"Boss Sun, no one can be found."

Chapter 41 is ruined.

Standing at the gate of the gallery, Mo Yisheng was still dazed.

There has always been a garden in his heart, impractical, simple and beautiful, full of love for the world, which is conveyed to his paintings through a paintbrush, which is Yan Haian's favorite, the innocence that is still within reach in this world of mortals.

But in just a week, he felt turned upside down.

At first, he couldn't figure out Q í ng. He had a clear distinction between likes and dislikes, rejected what he didn't like in the end, and had no doubt about what he liked, so he chose to ask he Ling as soon as he saw the result.

And he Ling said to him: help me.

He Ling said: "you are talented, you can be famous at any time, and you don't care about it." And what about me? It has been so lukewarm for so many years that I really can't stand it any longer. Give me this painting of yours, and the prize money is yours, and I can give you extra money. "

"but then what happened?" Mo Yisheng really understands that, as Ling said, he doesn't care about the ranking, so he doesn't understand why he Ling uses this method. "even if he is famous this time, he can't draw it. Will he never paint it again?" What's the point of winning this award but not drawing well? "

His tone was so sincere that he truly expressed his incomprehension.

He Ling's face twisted for a moment and looked at Mo Yisheng's line of sight with something sharp. It was jealousy, like a dark needle. He lowered his eyes and covered it up: "I can handle Q í ng in the future. As long as you give me this picture, I'm sure you can draw a better one." Maybe next time you'll get the special prize. "

"he Ling, haven't we discussed this before? No matter how well you paint it, the painting you draw with your heart is precious. " Mo Yisheng could not believe that he Ling said this, and Q í ngxu immediately got excited. "if you do this, you will not only insult yourself and your painting, but also insult your painting!" I can't stand it. You go and explain it to them. "

As soon as he Ling froze, he Ling showed an air of supplication on her face and coaxed softly: "the report has been written so much that everyone knows, how can you have the heart to let me lose such ugliness?" I probably won't be able to live in the art world in the future. Yi Sheng, do you have the heart? "

"Why can't you get along? I'm just telling the truth. " Mo Yisheng froze. "besides, I told you, there is nothing to mix in this circle. It is simply raising pigs."

With that, he also considered for his good friend: "I can go with you and say you made a mistake when you signed up."

No matter how much he Ling coaxed, Mo Yisheng insisted that he would not let go. He could be confused about anything, but painting was his bottom line.

He Ling said that his tongue was dry and finally stopped.

Mo Yisheng was also displeased by what he said. He tilted his mouth and did not speak. He looked like a child quarreling and waiting for an apology.

He Ling suddenly laughed.

Mo Yisheng looked at him blankly.

". I've had enough of you. " He Ling frowned with a smile, shook her head ridiculously, and finally couldn't help laughing. "Why are you such an idiot?"

Mo Yisheng was stupefied, and he suspected that he had heard wrong: "what did you say?"

"painting spoils your brain, doesn't it?" He Ling didn't give him a chance to get away with it. "I've never seen anyone more stupid than you."

After digesting the malice in this sentence, Mo Yisheng froze completely.

His mother and Yan Haian did not have the ability to keep him airtight, so he had heard people say bad things to him. But these words are said by people he doesn't like, so it doesn't matter.

But this time it was he Ling, who he thought was a friend, who spoke ill of him. Every child sincerely thinks that the other person will give the same response. If I give you candy, you should also give me candy. I will be nice to you and you will be nice to me. In their minds, it is taken for granted.

Until now he finally understood one thing: he had been betrayed.

"you are talented, Mo Yisheng, but you are so stupid that you have offended everyone in the circle to death. Yesterday I mentioned you in front of Wang Yuhu, and he said that your paintings could not be admitted to any high-end galleries and Jixiaoo in City B. I think everyone was very happy." He Ling is still saying, "that Yan Haian has run away, leaving you alone, right?" I don't think he can stand you anymore. Who can stand you? Simple, ha ha, simple to your extent is already a mental retardation? "

Is that so? Is it because you are too stupid?

Yan Haian said that he was too simple, Li Weiwei also said, all said, did everyone say that they were stupid?

He instinctively wanted to call Yan Haian. He dialed the number several times, but stopped at last.

He dared not.

Just like a child who makes a mistake without listening to an adult's warning does not dare to face an adult, he does not dare to face Yan Haian. Obviously, Yan Haian told him many times that he Ling could not be deeply involved, but he didn't believe it.

Finally, Mo Yisheng called Li Weiwei to ask for help, but as soon as Li Weiwei got the call, she began to talk about her family and her husband's love Q í ng before he stammered about Q í ng.

For the first time, Mo Yisheng saw so clearly that his mother, like him, saw only what she wanted to see and lived in her own world.

Mo Yisheng shut himself at home, silently watching the "dinner", watching the news report on the emergence of Chinese painters in the world, and seeing how professionals chu boo that painting idea j "ng" is wonderful. It is reported that after winning the prize, the painting will be exhibited in a domestic gallery.

That is the gallery of Li Qing in B City.

Mo Yisheng stood in the doorway, watching the crowd coming and going in and out of the gallery, as lively as he and Yan Haian first came here to congratulate Li Qing on her move.

Li Qing is still so elegant and elegant, coming to the door from time to time to be a good host. Mo Yisheng, who stood motionless, was very eye-catching. she swept past, and her brow frowned slightly.

After meditating for a moment, she went to Mo Yisheng and said, "Yi Sheng, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why did you think of coming to my shop?"

She was smiling, but there was sarcasm in her words. Mo Yisheng could not hear it before, but now somehow he seems to be able to capture these negative Q í ng threads easily.

"I heard that Hai'an is traveling all over the country with your paintings." Li Qing smiled a little. She gritted her teeth at Yan Haian's white-eyed L á ng behavior. Did she think her wings were hard when she became a little famous? "well, when I asked you to join the association, you always refused to add it, and the president of others was highly respected, so how could you be so discredited? Just a little angry with you, we shrimp dare not provoke him, can only be aggrieved you, I am afraid that this period of time can not pick up your painting. So I didn't inform you in advance this time. I'm sorry. "

Mo Yisheng moved his eyes and looked at Li Qing.

It was only then that Li Qing felt something wrong. Mo Yi is as picturesque as his picture, and Gambin is pure and has an aura. When has there been such a wooden god Q í ng? And stare at people with bloodstained eyes?

"did you come here today to see he Ling's paintings?" After a few stabbing words, she was a little more relaxed, and she stopped talking with guns and sticks, and regained her former demeanor. "it's strange to say that this time he seems to have opened his mind. I really don't see that she still has this kind of ability. Have you seen the painting in" Dinner "? If you don't have a good relationship with me, it wouldn't be my turn to preempt an exhibition if you don't have a good relationship with me if you want to collect gallery in the city. "

Li Qing smiled and said, "didn't he get close to you before?" Is it true that those who are close to Zhu are red? "

This funny remark did not get a little reaction from Mo Yi. Li Qing's heart was even more strange, but it was not good to leave Mo Yisheng outside like this: "Why don't you come in and have a look?" Let's have dinner together later. "

Mo Yisheng heard that the god Q í ng was even more dull, so he walked straight into the gallery. Li Qing, wearing high heels, took a few quick steps to catch up with him: "this kid!" Why are you getting more and more rude? "

The painting is hung in the most conspicuous place, surrounded by a bunch of people, including people who come to watch the hustle and bustle, and more people in the industry. Some Mo Yisheng has seen it, and some have not.

He did not approach, just stood in the corner, silently watching he Ling in which like a fish in the water, talking and laughing.

At lunchtime, when he Ling and Wang Yuhu were gone by the stars and the moon, the hall quieted down, and there were only one or two people walking around.

Mo Yisheng stepped forward and looked closely at his half-year painstaking efforts.

If you think about it carefully, there are traces to follow. He Ling wants to take her own rough draft and all the rough manuscripts, not to let herself cha the game, or even pester herself every day so as not to come into contact with any information, just for the present result.

When he first painted this picture, he was still wondering why he Ling was painted like this, but the original painting would not deceive people, and there was nothing wrong with his feelings. This may be the true face of the "friend" who accompanied him in place of Yan Hai'an.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

He saw his life in a trance in this painting, like a lethargic being suddenly awakened by a blow that broke his heart.

Mo Yisheng pulled a small bottle out of his trouser pocket. When he opened the bottle, the liquid gave off the peculiar stench of turpentine, and with a wave of his hand, he spilled it on the painting.

Someone next to him noticed that something was wrong, turned to look at him, and looked suspiciously at him as he reached out the lighter to light the painting and roared: "what are you doing in Gambin?"

Thick black smoke rose from the canvas, and Mo Yi smiled softly as he watched the highly praised painting destroyed without an appearance of Q í ng.

Chapter 42 go for a walk

As soon as Yan Haian returned home, he heard that Mo Yisheng had joined the bureau before jet lag, which startled the whole person. Su Yin also panicked when he looked at people into the police station, fearing that Sun Yan would make trouble for himself and lose his golden rice bowl.